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im so tired of being misunderstood

i wish there was someone who knows exactly who i am

only my mind is kind enough to give me someone to talk to

because only i understand

i look in the mirror and cry to myself

i hate to see my own reflection

ill never be good enough

im not even strong enough

i cant even hold myself up

i invision myself picking up fragments on my own heart

and trying to glue them back together by myself

but i cant find all the pieces

and i weep as i try

my dreams arnt dreams now

they only haunt me and tourment me

they are enimies

i can never accomplish them and they know it

and they use it against me

what did i do to deserve this?

i dont understand any of this

i cry at my piano trying to block out my mothers screams

accusing the house of cheating and predicting with her dreams

only God knows what goes through her mind when shes drinking

and i wish through all this she knew what i am thinking

but no one cares anymore

when i am told i dont care about anyone, or anything

i feel as if they are saying it to themselves

no one cares how much it would hurt me to leave this town

ive had nightmares about it imaginaryily crying throughout the night

i would cry everyday for the rest of my life

until i found you again

but you probably wouldnt want me then

im so hurt by this i dont want to feel anymore

i dont know how many times today i felt like the emo kid in the corner

revisting memories that have given me pain

trying to soothe the scars

i dont take my life as a joke

so why do they laugh at me?

they down me because of their own insecurities

because im 'weird'

i am who i am and i dont conver myself up to be accepted

i doubt myself sometimes but im proud of who i am

and no one can hold me back from who i will be